To create the atmosphere of a library, The Club's interior lighting was sufficient for reading, yet still somewhat dim and yellow. On the other side of the bookshelves, the Demon Scholar slightly raised his eyes. Upon seeing Shade across the "gap," he likewise showed a hint of surprise, which was immediately replaced by a cautious smile carrying a faint chill.
"What a coincidence. We meet again, Mr. John Watson."
More than two months had passed since they parted outside the flower shop on that rainy night at Green Lake. Shade truly had not expected the Demon Scholar to appear again in such an accidental yet perfectly reasonable manner.
He glanced at the rose on the cover of the book in his hand, then quietly invited Mr. Asmon to speak somewhere else.
The long table along the side of the 2nd Floor was currently unoccupied, so there was no need for them to specifically head to one of the third floor compartments.
Shade sat at one end of the long table, while the robed Demon Scholar sat beside him, along the side of the table.
He was not holding a book. Instead, he still held the Black Notebook he carried every time he appeared, its corners somewhat curled upward.
Since Shade's "member status" was the highest rank at this club, the attendant also brought them black tea and sugar. Only after wisps of steam rose from the porcelain teacups did their conversation officially begin.
"Such a night, such a reunion. How interesting."
Shade said with a smile, naturally keeping his voice low. Mr. Asmon nodded as well. Although the expression on his face and his black eyes were quite strange, Shade had already grown used to them.
"After leaving Green Lake, Mr. Asmon, how did you cross half the continent to